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Christian · 07-18-2007, 02:36 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by dannylover

Oh Hermione, it's totally okay to have feelings for someone else; it's normal! Even if he's a horridly evil little boy...

Actually, Draco is so not evil. He's misunderstood and neglected. And I love him.

PAMS!!

peppy

Who can't love him?

I'm postin'.

Quote:

Originally Posted by cedsgirl91

Aww. Poor Ron. *hugz him*

Poor Hermione too. *hugz her too*

*pokes Draco* Why you evil.....

Luffed it! *huggles you*

*ish huggled*

Ha ha, I'll hug Draco since you didn't. *hugs ~~and smooches~~ Draco*

~*~*~

When Ginny got up to play some exploding snap with Dean and Seamus, I glanced at the clock and saw that Head student duties were about to start. I willed myself to calmly walk to Ron and told him in an expressionless voice, “Head student duties, Ron.”

Ron nodded without looking at me. We decided to split up on separate ways, as being in each other’s presence didn’t suit either of our interests.

Secretly, though, I hoped that I would catch a bit of time with Draco. As horrible as it sounded, I wanted to see him again. It was burning in me with something I could not distinguish.

“So I heard you and Weasel boy broke up.” His voice saturated my thoughts as I strode past the statue of Boris the Bewildered.

Turning around, I kept my face stony. I didn’t want him to know how I felt towards him, how there was some attraction, however sick it sounded.

Draco smirked at me. “Couldn’t keep me out of your mind, could you? Felt too guilty about cheating on him?” He stepped closer to me, but we were still in the shadow of the statue.

“When will you stop reading my mind?” I growled through gritted teeth. I tried to close my mind, close my mind…

“I’m not going to stop reading your mind till you stop lying to me,” he whispered.

“When have I lied to you?” I demanded.

Draco leaned lazily on the statue. “You lie to me by withdrawing from me, even when you know you like it…when you glare at me, when you’d rather smile. Face it, Hermione, you’re a liar.”

I opened my mouth to contradict his findings, but he interrupted me. “I never said I don’t like lies…in moderation, that is.” He smirked and before I could react, placed his lips gently on my neck. I could feel his tongue on my skin—wet, unusually cold. He laughed softly and I surrendered.

“I knew you’d come running before long,” he hissed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Weasley anything.”

“You better not,” I murmured, leaning uncontrollably into his robes. I still felt dirty for doing this. I felt like a traitor. I thought that once I broke up with Ron everything would seem fine, but I still had a nagging feeling in me against Draco.

Sliding his tongue along his teeth, Draco murmured, “When has feeling dirty been completely bad? I’ve got to teach you that feeling unclean is a delight in itself.” He snickered as he quieted any contradiction by kissing my lips fully.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, pulling away as the bittersweet taste once again devoured me.

“Still not ready to believe it’s happening?” Draco asked, pulling me closer. His nails were digging into my bare arm painfully, but it somehow felt cleansing to me.

“This must be a nightmare,” I said feverishly, not meeting his eyes. A terribly pleasurable nightmare.

“If it’s a nightmare, keep dreaming, Hermione,” he whispered. “Sometimes things seem like dreams when they’re actually real.”

My heart froze for a split second. He knew. I broke myself free from his grasp.

“Okay, go,” he said softly, still smirking at me. Before I ran back to the common room, he dragged me to his chest and kissed me again; I could feel his teeth biting into my lip. Chuckling, he let me go.

I tore back to the common room and into the girls’ dormitories. “What happened to your lip, Hermione?” Parvati asked, looking thunderstruck.

“Wha--?” I looked into the mirror and saw that my lip was indeed bleeding. I licked it clean. “Nothing. Must have been an accident.”

Parvati didn’t question me further, but I noticed her suspicious glance towards Lavender.

I jumped into bed and pulled the four-poster drapes around me. I didn’t want them to see me frantically searching my bed.

I found it within seconds, tangled beneath my pillow: a ribbon of emerald cloth.

07-18-2007, 02:36 PM	#73 (permalink)
Christian Puffskein Join Date: Jun 2007 Location: Hanging around Posts: 1,271 Hogwarts RPG Name: Callisto Maven	Chapter 15 Quote: Originally Posted by dannylover Oh Hermione, it's totally okay to have feelings for someone else; it's normal! Even if he's a horridly evil little boy... Actually, Draco is so not evil. He's misunderstood and neglected. And I love him. PAMS!! peppy Who can't love him? I'm postin'. Quote: Originally Posted by cedsgirl91 Aww. Poor Ron. hugz him Poor Hermione too. hugz her too pokes Draco Why you evil..... Luffed it! huggles you ish huggled Ha ha, I'll hug Draco since you didn't. hugs ~~and smooches~~ Draco ~~~ When Ginny got up to play some exploding snap with Dean and Seamus, I glanced at the clock and saw that Head student duties were about to start. I willed myself to calmly walk to Ron and told him in an expressionless voice, “Head student duties, Ron.” Ron nodded without looking at me. We decided to split up on separate ways, as being in each other’s presence didn’t suit either of our interests. Secretly, though, I hoped that I would catch a bit of time with Draco. As horrible as it sounded, I wanted to see him again. It was burning in me with something I could not distinguish. “So I heard you and Weasel boy broke up.” His voice saturated my thoughts as I strode past the statue of Boris the Bewildered. Turning around, I kept my face stony. I didn’t want him to know how I felt towards him, how there was some attraction, however sick it sounded. Draco smirked at me. “Couldn’t keep me out of your mind, could you? Felt too guilty about cheating on him?” He stepped closer to me, but we were still in the shadow of the statue. “When will you stop reading my mind?” I growled through gritted teeth. I tried to close my mind, close my mind… “I’m not going to stop reading your mind till you stop lying to me,” he whispered. “When have I lied to you?” I demanded. Draco leaned lazily on the statue. “You lie to me by withdrawing from me, even when you know you like it…when you glare at me, when you’d rather smile. Face it, Hermione, you’re a liar.” I opened my mouth to contradict his findings, but he interrupted me. “I never said I don’t like lies…in moderation, that is.” He smirked and before I could react, placed his lips gently on my neck. I could feel his tongue on my skin—wet, unusually cold. He laughed softly and I surrendered. “I knew you’d come running before long,” he hissed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Weasley anything.” “You better not,” I murmured, leaning uncontrollably into his robes. I still felt dirty for doing this. I felt like a traitor. I thought that once I broke up with Ron everything would seem fine, but I still had a nagging feeling in me against Draco. Sliding his tongue along his teeth, Draco murmured, “When has feeling dirty been completely bad? I’ve got to teach you that feeling unclean is a delight in itself.” He snickered as he quieted any contradiction by kissing my lips fully. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered, pulling away as the bittersweet taste once again devoured me. “Still not ready to believe it’s happening?” Draco asked, pulling me closer. His nails were digging into my bare arm painfully, but it somehow felt cleansing to me. “This must be a nightmare,” I said feverishly, not meeting his eyes. A terribly pleasurable nightmare. “If it’s a nightmare, keep dreaming, Hermione,” he whispered. “Sometimes things seem like dreams when they’re actually real.” My heart froze for a split second. He knew. I broke myself free from his grasp. “Okay, go,” he said softly, still smirking at me. Before I ran back to the common room, he dragged me to his chest and kissed me again; I could feel his teeth biting into my lip. Chuckling, he let me go. I tore back to the common room and into the girls’ dormitories. “What happened to your lip, Hermione?” Parvati asked, looking thunderstruck. “Wha--?” I looked into the mirror and saw that my lip was indeed bleeding. I licked it clean. “Nothing. Must have been an accident.” Parvati didn’t question me further, but I noticed her suspicious glance towards Lavender. I jumped into bed and pulled the four-poster drapes around me. I didn’t want them to see me frantically searching my bed. I found it within seconds, tangled beneath my pillow: a ribbon of emerald cloth. __________________ On hiatus.